Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two SticksLe Sage, Alain René
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Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two Sticks
Le Sage, Alain René
Devil -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Good and evil -- Fiction; Madrid (Spain) -- Fiction
"'Very true!' replied he of the one arm. 'Well, now! I am a brother
beggar; and I should be happy to ally myself with so distinguished a
member of our profession: you shall give me your daughter.' 'Hold! my
dear sir,' replied the warm old gentleman; 'you cannot think of such
a thing. She must have a better match than you will make. You are not
half lame enough. My son-in-law must be a miserable-looking object, who
would draw blood out of a stone.' 'Do you think, then, that you will
find one worse off than I am?' 'To be sure! Why, you have only lost an
arm; and ought to be absolutely ashamed of yourself, to expect that I
will give you my daughter. I'd have you to know that I have already
refused a fellow without legs, and who goes about the city in a bowl.'
"I must on no account," continued the Devil, "omit to call your
attention to the house which joins that of the sleeping countess, and
which contains a drunken old painter and a satirical poet. The artist
left home at seven o'clock this morning in search of a confessor, as
his wife was at the point of death; but happening to meet with a boon
companion, he went with him to a tavern, and forgot his wife until ten
this evening, when he returned to find she had died unshriven. The
poet, who enjoys the reputation of having frequently received most
striking proofs of the merits of his caustic verses, was swaggering
in a _café_ this morning; and in speaking of a person who was absent,
exclaimed: 'He is a scoundrel, to whom, some of these days, I must give
a good drubbing.' 'That is kind of you,' replied a wag who heard him;
'though I believe, by the bye, that you owe him a good many.'
"I had nearly forgotten a scene which took place this morning at a
banker's in this street. He is only recently established in Madrid,
having returned with immense riches about three months ago from Peru.
His father is an honest cobbler of Mediana,[3] a large village of Old
Castile, near the Sierra d'Avila, where he lives, contented with his
lot, and with his wife, who, like himself, is about sixty years of age.
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